by Aaron Blair
I saw the future spread out before me
like a tapestry made of human skin,
a hide stretched out and drying in the sun.
I took a knife to it.
I won't live in this mausoleum,
no matter how many times you write my name on it.
I won't brick myself up in this tomb we call home.
There is a plaque hanging on the wall above my head,
the word "love" scratched into it with tooth and nail.
Animals have no use for tools when fangs will do.
Like everything else that ever existed, this is a lie.
You can't love something you don't understand.
You can put a chain on a wild thing, if you can catch it,
but that doesn't mean that it's tamed.
Posted on 05/09/2016
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